“paper-like wings still open wide
turning to dust”
I loved that description. So poetic and brimming with philosophical musings on life, on death. (I feel sorry for the moth.)
The photo is one-of-a-kind. Thank you.

Soulless, welcome and pleased to meet you! Thanks for the kind words, I’m glad you picked up on my subtle musings.
TG, yes, I think because the photo is a bit blurry…
Jean, thank you, I’m glad that came through.

Thank you, Olga!
I have a very odd feeling about this post now. I just learned that my favourite uncle passed away Sunday evening a couple of hours after posting this. He’d had his 84th birthday a week earlier.